The Hand of Purification

Nikolon was not alone. <Eridia stares grimly out over the temple grounds.> Long have I toiled over the aspirants in my care. Long have I tended to this temple under my Paragon. To know that so many have fallen, alone, is a blow. But this... wanton destruction! It will not stand. You will be my hand, ‹name›. Go forth. End them. All of them. My duty demands that I tend to those that remain. I will find you near the bridge when the way is clear.